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All the cars lost… In the scrapyards… Of paradise… The newspaper articles… Are all telling lies… The train of memory… Is high speed… And often overshoots… The station… And stops… Well, anywhere, actually… We appear to be stuck… In seventy-seven… For awhile… At least… But there may be some… Subconscious gnosis… In this… After all… Because that was the year… Of the queen’s Silver Jubilee… And from the vantage of our start point… We are looking at the prospect… Of platinum… So it might be worth comparing… And contrasting… As they used to demand in school examinations of the time.
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Not only were the Stranglers and their ‘peaches’… Banned from Auntie Beeb… In that year… But so too… Were the Sex Pistols… Who with impeccable timing… Put out their version of… God Save The Queen… Which the Beeb also refused to play… Even though it got to number one… With less impeccable timing… Auntie recently played out to this critique… Of our ‘fascist regime’… When asked to re-instate the national anthem in their schedule… There is nothing quite like being… Forty-Five years out of touch… But also… Unconsciously hitting the nail on its proverbial… Poor, poor Auntie!
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And her… Unintended consequences… There were street parties… In seventy-seven… And it has been mooted… There will be some this year too… But in the current climate… It is difficult to imagine what this will look like… We missed our street party in seventy-seven… Because we were on holiday… And the only other boon… Which can be recalled… Are the Jubilee cans… Of fizzy pop… Which retailed… At a widely affordable… Five pence… As opposed to the usual… Twenty-five pence… Most gracious… ‘Yer Madge’… Dental surgeons… Throughout the land… Were living off that gift… For decades.
France & Vincent 